Good morning, RVA! It's 67 °F, and warmer temperatures are on deck for today. Expect highs in the upper 80s and so much sunshine you won't know what to do with it all. Consider wearing a hat.

Water cooler

OK! Here are the (few) details for 7th District residents who want to apply for the empty School Board seat: You must submit a resume that includes your home address and telephone number to the School Board Clerk, Angela Wilson, no later than 12:00 PM on September 29th. You can email her your resume at or drop it off in person at 301 N. Ninth Street on the 17th floor. Whoever the board chooses will have a ton of very important decisions to make over the next 6–12 months, so please let anyone know who you think would be a good fit and wants to make a difference in Richmond.

When you get a second, read this excerpt from Margaret Edds book, We Face the Dawn: Oliver Hill, Spottswood Robinson, and the Legal Team that Dismantled Jim Crow over on Style Weekly. It'll give you some really depressing context for monuments discussions and equally depressing insight into Jim Crow-era Richmond.

Duuuuudes! The RVA Street Art Festival is this weekend! Beginning Friday at 5:00 PM through Sunday you can watch The Diamond transform into something less drab, gray, and intimidating right in front of your face. Put it on your calendar and stop by a couple of times so you can see the work progress.

This morning's longread

Sidewalks are really, really important. While we don't have Atlanta's crumbling hexagonal pavers, we still have tons of sidewalks that are in such a state of disrepair that they force pedestrians into the road.

Beckley is 30 and married. She’s a huge sports fan. She loves her three dogs, and walks them around the neighborhood when she’s not busy with chores in her house. She’s a customer service representative for Amazon. She’s blonde and has a loud, passionate voice with a bit of a twang. She was not much different from many other women who decided to spend December 31, 2015, in downtown Atlanta. All she expected was the same experience they had. Instead, Beckley spent her night terrified and humiliated, rolling her wheelchair in the lane of traffic on Martin Luther King Jr. Drive and Centennial Olympic Boulevard as her able-bodied husband walked beside her and attempted to direct traffic around her. The Beckleys were trying to get back to their car, but they couldn’t use the sidewalks or crosswalks that led directly to it. There were no curb ramps that would have allowed Beth to steer her wheelchair on or off the raised paths.